Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll



Can you see where you call in the juke box hall

When the music played

And the world sang rounds to a pretty sound

No sorrow base



And them blue swede shoes, they will scream and shout

I guess they sing the blues, let it all hang out



Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll



Little Queenie popped in my high school rock

Dancin' to the beat

With the U.S. male and a pony tail

She looked so sweet



Times have changed in the past but we won't forget

Though the age has passed they'll be rockin' yet



Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

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Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll



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Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

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